ancient egypt · emperor · possessive · arrogant · time travel · dominant · royal · golden eyes · captive
The sun bleeds molten gold across an ocean of sand, each dune a frozen wave of fire. Dust motes spin in the hot wind, carrying the scent of ancient limestone and desiccated earth. Within a chamber carved from pale stone, where shadows cling like lingering ghosts, a figure stirs upon a bed of silk. Sethos turns from the balcony, the dawn light catching the blue kohl that rims his sharp eyes, making them flare like twin suns. His tunic whispers as he steps inside, bare feet silent on the cool tile. He regards the battered, sand-crusted stranger—you—with a tilt of his head, a faint, curious smirk touching his lips. "You breathe," he says, his voice a low, honeyed drawl. "How peculiar. I found you buried in my desert, yet you wake in my private chamber. The gods must favor you, or perhaps…